I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Chapter 226 224. Partition walls have ears

   "Brother, what the **** are you saying that you want to eat the dish made by the apprentice of the **** of fried skewers? I have already booked a table for you for today's farewell banquet. Now tell me that the flight is cancelled? You are making trouble!"

   Bentley top.

  Wang Sicong, who was driving on the phone, was speechless:

   "I'm leaving tomorrow, you know?"

   "Come on! Typhoon! Do you think I think so? I brought you a gift. Do you know how stupid I look when I hold a doll and get photographed by the paparazzi at the airport?"

  Jay Chou on the phone was also speechless.

   "The day you chose for the farewell banquet is outrageous! When can't you eat it, but you have to eat it on a typhoon day! I bought all the tickets, and I'm looking for you from Taipei to Yanjing, isn't my sincerity not enough?"

   "Is this really my fault? You ask Lao Xu, Lao Xu insisted on visiting his classmate, but all the scandals came out..."

   "Then you are angry with him, why are you angry with me!"

   "He just sits behind me, I'm afraid he will strangle me to death!"

   "Damn! You're not afraid that I'll knock your head off with a microphone at a concert in London?"

   "..."

  Xu Xin, who couldn't stand listening anymore, urged:

   "Okay, you can drive well. He is about to release an album, and God won't let him go, so don't rush. Hang up, we will be more chic without him."

   "Wow, Shanzi, don't come to Wanwan Hum, come to Wanwan to kill you!"

  Jay Chou on the other end of the phone was furious.

   "Hahahaha, hang up."

  The young master laughed loudly and hung up the phone, but immediately sighed with regret:

   "Oh... there are not enough people, it's boring."

   Lang Lang on the co-pilot waved his hand:

   "Okay, it's nothing more than four-player Mahjong replaced by three-player Fighting the Landlord. Hey, Lao Xu. I heard from Lun'er that it was the first time you two ate Japanese food and you made a joke?"

   "..."

  Xu Xin, who was sitting in the back row, twitched his mouth.

  Fortunately, the black lights were out of control, so the two people in front couldn't see him blushing.

  Wang Sicong has a gossip face:

   "What's the matter? What kind of joke? Are you asked to cook the sashimi when it's served?"

   "..."

  Xu Xin was a little speechless:

   "What do you think I'm some kind of old hat who hasn't been in the city before? How can I be ignorant? Anyway, I also know about sashimi."

   "...what's going on?"

"Actually, it's nothing. Let's go... I forgot where, and went to eat Japanese food. It was the first time I ate these things, and when I entered the door, I saw the waiter serving such a big bowl. Just a little bit of tofu...what's that called?"

   "Long slave tofu?"

  Looking at Xu Xin's description of a normal rice bowl, Lang Lang asked.

"Yes, yes, that's the thing. It's such a big bowl, and it contains tofu cubes the size of an egg, you know? I was thinking about it at the time... I said that this little thing is a dish? Who can eat it? And then I looked at the menu...I told the waiter, I said you make me a copy..."

   "Poof..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…"

  The two people in the front row burst into laughter.

   Fortunately, it was waiting for the traffic lights.

   Otherwise, Wang Sicong might get on the car in front with one kick of the accelerator.

   "Hahahahaha...Old Xu...hahahahahaha..."

   "Old Xu...hahahahaha...Old Xu."

   These two people just discussed it, one is to haha ​​first and then call Lao Xu, and the other is to call Lao Xu first and then ha ha ha ha.

  Xu Xin was a little embarrassed.

  But he is not afraid of his friends laughing at the stupid things he has done.

   Let's chat.

  Just be happy.

  After working on the single-line draft of the script all afternoon, he was highly concentrated. He really needed to change his mind.

   And rushing to the 31st, it happened to be the day before Wang Sicong returned to study in the UK.

   This meal is a farewell feast.

   There was Jay Chou who had agreed a few months ago to spare time.

  But today there is a typhoon...

Then there's no way.

  Before releasing the album in October, Jay Chou was very busy.

  So busy...he has already started to persuade a few people to buy a house here in Wanwan.

  Especially after knowing that Wang Sicong had a private jet, he had to persuade a few people to come to Taipei and buy a big house. run on both sides...

   In exchange, he also came here to buy a set.

   Then everyone wants to live wherever they want, go out to play, and fly around the world directly by flying a plane...

  You just say what this prodigal man will do in the future.

   But the good news is that Wang Sicong will be back at the end of the year after leaving.

   Moreover, after the end of this year's school season, his academic performance is actually almost the same.

  After graduating in August next year, I will be able to officially return to China.

  But after returning to China, he will become a shareholder in Wanda, and he still faces the employment problem given by his father. He hasn't thought about his future for a while.

   Now, listening to the stupid things Xu Xin did, Wang Sicong patted the steering wheel and asked:

   "And then what? They fired you?"

   "No, he stopped me. I was the boss who didn't like it at the time, and I thought to myself who are you burying, just that little thing is not enough to feed the rabbit..."

   "Hahahahaha..."

  Lang Lang laughed so hard that he started hammering the center console of the Bentley co-pilot.

  Frightened Wang Sicong turned pale:

   "I'm stupid, big brother, don't. You can smash it with your head, your hands are precious..."

   "Hahahahaha..."

  So...

   "Fry one."

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

  Inside this Japanese restaurant called "Heshanju".

   Several guests, Xu Xin, Lang Lang stared blankly at Wang Sicong who said this...

  Lang Lang's hands worth 80 million US dollars have unconsciously covered his face.

  Really, even $80 million can't stop his shame at this moment.

  Xu Xin is fine.

   After all, he did it.

   Not unusual.

   Just admiring...

  Or the fiancée said that sometimes Wang Sicong looks a lot like her.

  Looking now...is it more than just like?

   That shameless vigor is even worse than that of a fiancee.

   But fortunately... their menu is a set menu, not the one that can be ordered.

  Guests eat a round of set meals first, and then decide which one they haven’t eaten, and order a la carte.

   It's not that Wang Sicong doesn't understand.

  He just thought it was fun.

   Being stupid with good buddies is a very good memory when I grow old.

  So, after saying this, Wang Sicong pointed to the place farthest away from the chef's operating table:

   "Old Wolf, why don't you sit here?"

   You say he is considerate, he is really considerate.

  Wang Sicong has eaten the so-called God of Kushikatsu's head office in Japan long ago, so he naturally knows the process of this restaurant that is only one word away from the God of Kushikatsu.

  The store operation of this "Heshanju" has almost continued the business strategy of Heshanju.

  The store is not big, and there are no private rooms. Except for the "L"-shaped counter seats, there are only three seats behind the counter seats and seats.

   It is the kind of ordinary square table that is often seen in Japanese izakaya.

   There are three tables separated by a partition in the middle, and the entrance is covered by potted landscapes, half exposed, without disturbing each other, and can also blend into the atmosphere of an izakaya.

   I have to admit that this decoration took a lot of thought.

  In Japanese culture, many people prefer counter seats where they can watch the "artisans" prepare delicious dishes up close.

  Because here, they can see with their own eyes how their food is made bit by bit.

   Accumulate appetite and raise expectations.

   is a kind of cooking culture.

  Does Xu Xin understand?

don't know.

  But Lang Lang understands, and so does Wang Sicong.

  Jay Chou, who went home to eat instant noodles on a typhoon day, also understood.

  Originally, the farewell banquet for Wang Sicong's practice today was reserved for a seat.

   is one of the three tables.

  But Jay Chou suddenly couldn’t come, Wang Sicong communicated with the store, and changed it to a counter seat.

  On the one hand, I took Lao Xu, a "bumpkin", to see how his fried skewers are made. On the other hand, this kind of atmosphere of watching chefs cooking while drinking and chatting is more or less full of "exotic style" in this era.

   Just watch the fun.

  Xu Xin doesn't care either.

   Drinking and eating don’t talk about sitting here, just find a curb for everyone to get a bottle of beer, and he doesn’t care about squatting on the side of the road to eat melon seeds and drink beer.

   But the problem is that one second he was "frying a book", and the next second he knew the thoughtfulness of arranging Lang Lang to stay away from the console...

  The other guests in this room were stunned.

  The restaurant is not full at the moment, adding more than 2,000 people to the price...

  The audience of this store is actually not too big.

  With this money, you can eat all you can eat in Yan Bao Chi and luxury restaurants.

  Who is squatting in this corner?

  Combined with the limited conditions of the house itself, the place is really not big, so it is no wonder that an appointment is required to receive guests.

   According to the package.

   Then Wang Sicong chose and chose again, and finally chose a bottle of Jiro's grown-up ginjo.

  Three people are sitting in the corner watching the chef fry things...

  No matter how Xu Xin looked at it, he couldn't imagine where this so-called "fairy" name came from.

  Especially the soot on the fire chopsticks for frying things.

  Let the fried dough sticks come and see.

Study well.

  Why does your fritters cost 1 yuan a piece, but others have more than 2,000 yuan for a meal...

   is outrageous.

   As the appetizers were served, Xu Xin took a sip from his wine glass and muttered:

   "This is so boring."

  Lang Lang sat on the far side, Wang Sicong sat in the middle, and he sat next to the guests who hadn't come to the next table.

  The sound is not loud.

   Only these two people can hear it.

   "Tsk."

  Hearing this, Wang Sicong was a little emotional.

   "Do you think it's not good for you to learn how to spend money?"

  Xu Xin rolled his eyes directly:

   "To whom do you show off how much money you have?"

   "It's not to show off... It's boring to live like you, you know? What hobbies do you say you have?"

   "Make a movie."

  Hearing Xu Xin's answer, Lang Lang said:

   "That's work, it doesn't count."

  So, Xu Xin was speechless.

  Wang Sicong shrugged:

   "Look, let's not talk about anything else, look at Lun'er, he likes magic...Although he dare not change in front of you, for fear that you will force him to death..."

   "..."

  Xu Xin was even more speechless.

  He really couldn't see Jay Chou doing magic tricks.

  Mainly... After seeing it, I want to figure out how to change it.

   Then that **** is still adhering to the so-called "magician's rules", and he doesn't tell himself whether he lives or dies.

   For those who come and go twice, everyone agrees to three chapters.

  I don't ask how you became.

  Don't do magic tricks in front of me.

   If you dare to perform magic tricks, you will be killed.

no sooner said than done.

   Judging from this rule, the two actually have the same effect.

   “He likes to collect antiques…”

   "Isn't it all in my family?"

"Brother, do you treat those antiques as antiques? The antiques in your house can't keep up with the big... who puts the dishes in it! You didn't feel bad when you broke the Wanqing tea bowl two days ago. I'll smash your dishes You two let me use a stainless steel basin, do you really think I'm stupid? Don't you know that stainless steel basin is for feeding dogs?"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

  Amid the laughter of the two, Wang Sicong shook his head slightly:

   "That's not your hobby."

"Well…"

  Looking at the stunned Xu Xin, although he didn't know how to bring up this topic, Wang Sicong picked it up and chatted there:

   "For example, Lao Lang, he is a fan. Messi is a diehard fan, right?"

   "What the **** are you trying to say?"

   Lang Lang was puzzled.

  Wang Sicong shrugged:

   "My hobbies are even simpler, gender men like women."

   "..."

   "..."

  Under the speechless eyes of the two, Wang Sicong asked in bewilderment:

   "Old Xu, what do you think is your hobby?"

"Well…"

   "What do you think I will give you for Christmas this year? What do you like?"

   Before the voice finished speaking, Lang Lang also became interested:

   "That's right, Lao Xu, what do you think your usual hobbies are? Why don't we get together for Christmas, what gift do you want?"

   "...?"

  Xu Xin never expected that the first topic tonight would involve himself.

but…

  He was really puzzled by what Wang Sicong said.

Hobby…

  Yes, what is my hobby?

   "Look..."

  Wang Sicong began to scratch his fingers:

"Let's just talk about playing games. You are the one who has no ambition to win or lose. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose~ big... If anyone in the game loses, they will jump around and curse. I feel angry if I lose, but you just follow It's all right.

   Let’s talk about some common hobbies, such as cars? Can you change your old A6? As soon as I guessed that you were planning to drive that car out tonight, I drove a Bentley on purpose. Let's not talk about women, I'm afraid someone will give me a set of military boxing...

basketball? Don't you learn basketball to look handsome, old man. Right? "

   "..."

  Hearing this meaningful title, the corner of Xu Xin's mouth twitched.

   Zhou blind.

  Sun thief.

   Learning a few Northeast dialects is great, right?

   A pun?

  You wait for me.

  You can learn new words, right?

   Not enough for you to brag about!

   And Wang Sicong, who didn't know that Xu Xin had already put Jay Chou on the must-kill list in Xu Xin's heart, was still chasing him:

"And then, fitness? You work out to have a good body, and you are not a fanatical fitness enthusiast. Then, you don't play football. It doesn't matter whether you drink alcohol or not. If smoking can be regarded as a hobby, I guess it is The only thing you can do...Old Xu, you can't do this."

  The young master was full of disgust:

"You have to have a hobby to pursue. Take a look at you... She chose the upper body, right? The pants are casual? The shoes on the feet can be worn casually. Hey, I am quite puzzled, what do you spend a month on?" Money? Uncle Xu even buys cigarettes and alcohol for you, so what do you spend? What do you lack? What do you like?"

   "What the **** am I..."

  Xu Xin suddenly didn't know what to say.

   Think carefully.

   Seems to be right.

  If you don’t talk about your job, what are your hobbies?

   While thinking about it, Lang Lang said:

   "Old Xu is good at painting... Hey, why don't I give you a self-portrait of mine..."

   "..."

   "..."

  Let's not talk about Xu Xin this time, even Wang Sicong's eyes widened and he turned his head away.

  Brother, what are you talking about?

  Your level of narcissism... is off the charts.

  The three of us belong to you.

  You are so kind...

  Unexpectedly, Lang Lang waved his hand:

   "That's not what I meant. My painting was painted for me by someone else. A very famous German painter named Gerhard Richter, you know?"

   "..."

   "..."

  Seeing the blank eyes of the two, Lang Lang shrugged:

   "The old man is very nice, and we have a good relationship. I went to his birthday party, and he gave me a gift. Or? I want to bring it to you."

   "... hang my house to ward off evil spirits?"

   "Poof..."

  The young master burst out laughing instantly.

  Lang Lang was also speechless, and then silently picked up the wine glass...

  After the three met one more, Xu Xin rubbed his chin and thought about it.

  I really don’t seem to have any other hobbies.

   Does it have to develop?

   While he was thinking about it, Wazanjuri rang out "Welcome" in Japanese.

  The three of them didn't care, they sat in the corner just to chat, and to see how their fried skewers could make them gods.

  Even if it’s just an apprentice.

  While Wang Sicong was giving Xu Xin a bad idea and said, "Would you like to experience extreme sports?", suddenly a sound came out:

   "President Wang?"

  Wang Sicong instinctively turned his head to take a look, and saw a middle-aged man looking at him in surprise.

   There were three people beside him. Including this middle-aged man, there were two men and two women in total.

  One of the women is wearing a mask and a bucket hat, and her skin is very fair. The clothes on his body are not cheap at a glance, and they look quite stylish.

  The other one looks ordinary, with a water glass and a backpack in his hand.

  The last middle-aged man did not wear a mask, but was wearing a black T-shirt. The most eye-catching thing on his body was the watch on his wrist.

  Although I can't see the price clearly, I know it's not cheap just from the jeweled appearance.

  At this moment, after hearing the words of the middle-aged man who said hello, the three of them were also looking at Wang Sicong.

   But immediately.

  When Lang Lang poking his head out and Xu Xin turning his head appeared in front of these people, the middle-aged man who greeted Wang Sicong was fine.

  The eye-catching woman wearing a black mask and black fisherman's hat, and the middle-aged man standing next to her with a watch fell on Lang Lang and Xu Xin respectively.

  At this time, Wang Sicong's rather unexpected voice sounded:

   "Oh, Mr. Cui, what a coincidence."

  Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but he still took a step forward and said with a smile:

   "Yes, yes, Mr. Wang also eats here?"

   "Yes, have a meal with friends..."

   As he spoke, he looked at the people behind him and nodded:

   "Okay, let's not eat together. My side has already started, so I won't entertain President Cui."

   "..."

  Actually, at this time Xu Xin had already seen that the middle-aged man wanted to retreat and leave.

  Although the identity is not clear, it is obvious that Wang Sicong's presence here makes him quite embarrassed.

   It can be said that... the service industry is sometimes a very price-sensitive industry.

   Just as the two were chatting, the waitress in kimono had already walked to a table.

  But because the two were talking, she didn't speak.

   Waiting for the "President Cui" to respond with a polite "Hey, okay" and turn around, the waiter politely said:

   "Four honored guests, どうぞ (please) ~ the reserved seats for four are here."

   "..."

  The corner of Cui's mouth twitched...

  Xu Xin was right, this President Cui really wanted to leave.

  But when the waiter said "reserve a seat", he couldn't leave.

How to go?

  What do you have to avoid Wang Sicong?

   So, he can't go.

  I can't go even if I want to.

  After pausing on the spot, he nodded.

   Take a seat at the table over there.

   After the three people in the back looked away from Xu Xin and Lang Lang, Xu Xin and Lang Lang nodded politely to the three of them, and then turned their heads after paying tribute.

  The greetings on both sides are finished.

but…

  Lang Lang is a good thing.

   "Who is it?"

   "The newly appointed Director of Film and Television Department."

  Wang Sicong took a bite of food.

   I also saved face, and my voice was quite low.

  But Lang Lang and Xu Xin understood...

   "My own" employees chant.

   After being drunk, the young master’s unstoppable spontaneous science popularization, how many shareholders of Wanda Cinemas don’t care, how many are nominal puppets, and how many belong to their own affairs.

   It can be said that as far as... Wanda Cinemas is concerned, there are basically no secrets for Xu Xin.

  But after hearing Wang Sicong's explanation, he thought about it and said:

   "Don't let people get off the stage for a while, do you hear me? Don't put on that kind of virtuous behavior, and show face."

   "...I'm not stupid."

  Wang Sicong was a little speechless:

   "Didn't I save face just now?"

  Xu Xin rolled his eyes:

   "Don't come here, what virtue do you drink too much and we don't know what's wrong?"

   "..."

  Hearing this, Wang Sicong was stunned...

   Pick up the wine glass:

"Grass!"

   A **** was thrown out first, and then he muttered:

   "Either the relationship can't be too good, and there are no secrets."

   "Virtue~"

  Xu Xin continued to roll his eyes again.

  After the three had a glass of wine, the topic returned to the track:

   "Hey, how does skydiving feel? Is it exciting?"...

  He started digging his second hobby.

  But he didn't know that after the four people over there were seated, this President Cui also changed from the majestic appearance he had when everyone met before.

   It can’t be said that he is a man with his tail between his legs, but his speech and movements are not as superior as before.

   and friendly chat.

  Not loud.

   Moreover, he was sitting facing Wang Sicong.

   Another middle-aged man with a watch sat next to him.

   Opposite are the two women.

  After she was seated, the woman with the mask on looked around and said in a low voice:

   "Give me the makeup bag, I'll go to the bathroom."

  The plain-looking girl next to her nodded quickly, took out a small bag from her bag, and left the table politely with her.

  The bathroom in this house is not exposed, but it is also inside.

   It is next door to the corner of Lang Lang.

  If you want to go to the bathroom, you must go in the direction of the three people.

  When the waiter guided the two of them to the bathroom, the woman wearing a mask paid special attention to the three of them.

  Actually, speaking logically, no matter in terms of her attire, her appearance hidden under the mask and fisherman hat, or her temperament, even if she doesn't see what she looks like, she is quite eye-catching.

  How...

   "Skydiving is always exciting. It's a real thing. Once you jump, you will never forget it. It's fun~"

   "Yes, I just heard that the parachute bag can't be opened, and I feel uncomfortable."

   "Grass, aren't you talking nonsense? If you can't open the parachute, everyone is gone! That's called skydiving? That's called suicide!"

   "Hahaha, how about surfing? That thing is fun, you ask the old wolf..."

   "Don't ask me, I haven't crossed it. I'm a landlubber, I'm always dry. I can do a dog planer~ How about I promise you to try skiing? Now it's the season. I'm going to perform in Switzerland next month, shall we go together?"

   "I have to prepare a new film, Xiying Studio is very anxious. I'm saying, how cold it is..."

   "It's better than being dead, right?"

   "I'll strangle you to death! Thief Sun, why do you recommend me to go skydiving~! Tell me, are you planning to kill yourself and inherit my ant money!"

   "What is Ant Huabei?"

   "I didn't know...Sun thief, strangle you to death!"

   "Cough cough cough cough... Wrong, wrong, big brother, wrong..."

  The three gentlemen are concentrating on developing their hobbies right now.

  Wang Sicong asked Xu Xin to go skydiving, and Lang Lang said skiing... and the young master who was trying to see him was pinched by Xu's second son, with an expression of pain and begging for mercy.

  Actually speaking, in Japan, unless it is a very noisy izakaya, there are generally no people who make such a loud noise.

   But here is China.

   You have to adapt to the environment when you come to Tianchao to sell fried skewers, don’t you?

In other words, the three of them are actually not particularly noisy, they belong to that kind... Listen carefully, you can hear what they are talking about, and you won’t feel rude when you see the three of them fighting, but you can see that the three of them are very emotional. good degree.

   words, the mask woman heard.

  When she heard "preparing for a new film, Xiying Studio", she was thoughtful.

   And when he just walked past Lang Lang and was about to go to the bathroom, he heard the movement and turned his head to take a look.

  I saw the young man who was treated respectfully by Director Cui just now, now being strangled by the director Xu Xin who just reported that he had an affair with the newly promoted star Yang Mi today.

  That attitude is the attitude of friends and buddies fighting.

  The relationship is very close.

  A trace of surprise finally appeared in her eyes.

   So, here comes the problem.

A young man named "Mr. Wang" who needs to be treated with caution by Wanda's newly appointed head of the film and television department, is choked by this director whose debut film has grossed over 100 million at the box office. I was wrong"…

   There is also a famous pianist Lang Lang sitting next to him...

   What is the relationship between these three people?

as well as…

  New play?

   New relationship?

  Who is this mysterious young man "President Wang"?

   It's... I have to think about it carefully.

  (end of this chapter)